Walk in softly to this room Turn the pages with extra care Lest they crumble beneath your touch Tis fragile paper laying there
For one who blunders through this world No thought of despair, hope or fear Be aware how you tread; the mark you make Will be the footsteps you leave here
Be careful when you open the door Look for pages that lay upon the floor Pick them up gently then, one by one And take note of how the pages run
The fingerprints you leave in here Indent on parchment fine forever When you leave please keep in mind To close the door quietly behind
There's so many lessons we must learn And for many they will go unheard For to go where angels fear to tread The road stretches out too far ahead
This poem was written for "The Poetry Room" where people had so many problems with health and life. I can no longer find this site, so I am leaving this poem here